With laughter as I choke, I have tied the rope around my throat.
The chair that stands beneath, you have kicked the seat, under my feet

You'll wish you'd never fucked with,
a boy as fucked up as this,
You will pay for fucking me!....

Baby tears are all you've got.
You'll die alone and its your fault.....

You're, Your own nightmare,
waking, up asleep, asleep.....


The reddest rose will turn to black,
I'll slit my fucking throat, and watch you drown in scarlett guilt.
Lust, for a devil wrapped in angel skin!
Fear me as darkness consumes me!....


My favourite colour, brain matter grey,
I pull the trigger and paint the walls in colour babe.
So take my hand dear, we'll have this dance to our graves -
Our suicide rave.....


TRUST ME! FUCK YOU!
Your're on your own,
You whore,
You're on you own


I'll stain your prom dress, red blood of us,
I'll shake the cages, that once held my own lust (its turned to dust).
So pick our plot out, your open grave lays next to mine,
A double murder, your smile behind the knife.....


Twilight, beauty bright,
Makes my, bones rot.....


The worst is yet to come, every day...


Lyrics submitted by sepultura1987

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